Chapter Ten: Telling Friends

After the incident with Puck, Kurt was still livid once he reached home and was shut safely away in his basement. He was so angry with Noah, but at the same time, he knew that the fury was only spouting from the feelings that had grown for the footballer over the time they had been sleeping together. Seeing Santana kiss Puck – and he had known that she was the one to initiate it – had made Kurt see red.

He had gone to see Noah to tell him about the baby, and he knew that he still would; after all, family was everything to the larger boy and Kurt knew that he would die rather than take that away from him. Much like himself, Noah had lost family members and whilst Kurt's mother had died, Noah's dad wasn't around and he had already had to give up his daughter, Beth. No, Kurt couldn't do that to him. Not to the boy he loved.

Kurt sighed, his rage dissipating to be replaced by grief. In all honesty, he had hoped for the romantic scenario of, after telling Noah, them effectively having a happy ending. Gooey and warm and full of love. But the countertenor now felt as if he had blown his chance at that. Not after the truth of why Noah was sleeping with him had come to light... In his heart, the countertenor knew that, although the reasoning may be true, Noah wouldn't regret making a child; a baby.

Before he had the chance to fall apart completely, he reached for his phone and texted the people who meant the most to him, other than his dad, Carole and, most recently, Noah.

URGENT! Need advice on a delicate matter. Meet me at my house in 20 minutes. K.

Three texts came back in the affirmative and Kurt readied his basement room, clearing his lotions and potions away and pulling out the sofa ready for his guests.

As he was waiting, he tried not to let his mind wander, knowing that if he did, he may end up in a very, very dark place. Instead he settled on calling Dr. Turner.

It took three rings before the doctor picked up. "Andy Turner."

"Dr. Turner, it's Kurt Hummel here... The, uh, the Carrier."

"Ahh, Kurt. How are you?" The doctor's voice was smiling.

"Uhm. I'm fine." Kurt tried to make sure his voice didn't quiver, though he was pretty sure he failed dismally. "Last time we talked, you asked me if I knew what I was going to do... Well, I've decided."

Dr. Turner waited patiently for the boy to continue. When he didn't, the doctor gently prompted, "What did you decide, Kurt?"

"I..." Kurt swallowed audibly, a hand slipping down to his abdomen unconsciously, "I want to keep it."

"Alright." The doctor was smiling again, and Kurt found that encouraging, "Well then, I'll book you in for a scan so that we can determine that everything is going well and as expected and then we're good to go." There was tapping of a keyboard, "So, I have time tomorrow afternoon at one-thirty if that's ok for you?"

Kurt thought for a moment, "I would have to cut class, but that'll be fine."

"Alright." More tapping, "So I'll see you tomorrow."

The door to the basement opened and a fearful-looking Finn entered, he went to speak but Kurt held up his hand and then signalled to the phone at his ear. Finn nodded and sat on the sofa.

"Thank you, Dr. Turner. I'll see you at one-thirty." Kurt said before hanging up.

The countertenor sighed before turning to Finn.

"There's a doctor involved?" Finn was wide-eyed as he came to Kurt and gripped his shoulders almost tight enough to bruise. "Does Burt know? Is it serious? Are you gonna die? Do I have to beat someone up?"

"Ok," Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose to fend off the migraine he could feel coming on, "Finn. Slow down. Yes, maybe, no and no. I'm not going to tell you until the others get here because I really don't want to have to repeat this."

Finn nodded, but the concern was spreading over his face rapidly and, despite their differences in the past, the tall boy was frantic to offer comfort. He did what any 'older brother' would do and simply held Kurt close telling him that whatever it was, he would be there.

Kurt was shocked when Finn hugged him tight, in the way that he would hug a good female friend (part of him wanted to get angry about that) but he quickly relaxed when Finn tried to console him. He even felt traitorous tears prickling behind his eyes and he pulled away to roughly wipe them away when he heard the door open again and two sets of feet flying down the stairs.

"Kurt?" Blaine said, rushing the rest of the way down the steps, almost tripping on the final stair.

"Boo, what's happened?" Mercedes followed Blaine swiftly and immediately came to her friend's side and gently looked him over for any injury.

Kurt sighed, "You guys better sit down." He signalled to the pristine sofa and they did as they were told.

The countertenor stood in front of them and was quiet for a long time, silently collecting his thoughts. He knew he had to tell them, but he was unsure as to whether he was ready to answer their questions; however, the support he knew he would gain would aide him greatly.

"Kurt." He looked up at his three friends, although Finn was the one speaking, "You're killing us here, dude."

"Alright," Kurt began, "First of all, does anyone know what a Carrier is?" As Kurt half-expected, Blaine hesitantly raised a hand. "Ok, so for those of you who don't know, there was a drug introduced that, when pregnant women took it – under the pretence that it was pre-natal vitamins – gave the ability for male foetus' to develop in a way that allowed them to 'carry' a child... Maybe Blaine would explain it to them better."

Mercedes' eyes widened and her gaze wandered to rest on Kurt's still flat tummy. Kurt gently placed a hand there, looking at it, before staring them each in the face.

"I'm pregnant." He smiled lightly, before it became a grimace. "I know that this seems impossible, but I really am not playing some kind of weird trick on you..." Kurt went quiet, his head bowed as he stared again at his stomach.

His friends were flabbergasted; Blaine had known about Carriers, but he had never dreamed that his friend could be one. Mercedes was trying to figure out how her male gay friend could possibly be pregnant, men couldn't get pregnant after all. But Finn? Finn, although he didn't understand it, was elated and grinning maniacally as he gazed at Kurt.

The tall teen was the first to speak and, as he did, he stood and moved towards the pregnant boy. "I'm gonna have a niece or nephew?" Kurt looked up at his step-brother, his eyes wet as he nodded hesitantly. Finn swept him up into a hug and began laughing happily, "I'm gonna be an uncle!" He bellowed. That seemed to snap the others out of their trances and they rushed to congratulate Kurt, who, at this point, was crying relieved tears, swiping at them furiously to smile brightly at his friends.

It was a good few minutes until they began to ask questions about the other father.

"Wait, wait..." Finn was once again the one to speak of it first. "Who's the other dad?"

Kurt's eyes widened, not sure if he was ready for the explosion sure to follow. He looked pointedly at Mercedes and Blaine, a look they knew well; Keep your mouth shut! Blaine shook his head and looked a little disappointed, but wisely kept quiet; Mercedes just widened her eyes and mouthed, Noah? Kurt nodded at his friend, a sad smile on his face before he turned to Finn.

"I'll tell you, but you can't let him know as I haven't even told him yet, ok, Finn?" Finn nodded, "I mean it Finn, you can't tell anyone; not him, not Rachel, not Quinn. Not until I'm ready." Finn hesitated this time, but nodded with a frown crinkling his brow.

Kurt took a deep breath before confessing, "Finn, the other dad... You're not gonna believe this... The other dad is Noah."

Finn froze, his expression blank and they could practically hear the wheels turning in his mind as he processed the new information. It wasn't long before Kurt grew worried. He waved a slender hand in front of the taller boy's face.

"Finn?"

The quarterback was starting to shake and his facial expression was growing darker. He had curled his hands into fists. "I'm gonna kill him." Finn growled.

Kurt's eyes widened and he held his hands out, gently pushing the bigger boy back. "Finn, please calm down. Please." Finn was still shaking but as he looked at the step-brother he felt himself calm just a little. Kurt was hurting already, and he needed the three of them whom he had deemed worthy of knowing his secret to support and protect him and the unborn child.

The quarterback sighed, but nodded in agreement, gently clasping Kurt's shoulder. "We're all here for you, Bro." Kurt smiled shakily, "But what do you want to do? I mean, are you gonna tell him?"

Kurt pulled away from the taller boy, to look at all of them, "I'm not really sure. I want to tell him, but there have been some... Complications..." Kurt thought back to what Noah had said about only indulging the countertenor because he didn't want to get another girl pregnant. He chuckled humourlessly as he considered the irony of that. "I was actually hoping that you guys might be able to help me with that... You know, give me some helpful advice...?"

They all smiled brightly at him, and Mercedes said, "Sure thaaang, White Boy. We'll sort this out."

Blaine softly hugged the pregnant boy around his shoulders, "We'll make sure you get you happily ever after." He whispered.

Kurt looked to Finn, who just continued smiling serenely at the countertenor. Kurt allowed a few happy tears to escape, scathingly hissing about hormones, but he was ecstatic that his friends didn't freak out and, for the first time in days, he actually believed that maybe, just maybe, this beautiful disaster would turn out ok.